Draco had done a fantastic job planning this wedding; Harry thought as he looked out the guest room window of The Malfoy Manor, and saw the garden had been converted into a beautiful wedding venue. The lawn had been manicured and set up with white covered chairs and a long purple carpet as the aisle that he would soon be walking down. He saw the Arbour which was at the end of the aisle covered in white, cream and purple flowers. The bright sunny sky highlighted the area making it look like paradise.

He could see Draco stood by the Gazebo directing everyone with where to put things; he loved how organised he was when it came to organising things that's why Harry was so lucky to have him as a secretary. He would keep him forever if he could.

Harry was attempting to put his suit on, but he would miss a hole and have to start again, and then the edge of his shirt got trapped in his trousers zipper and to make matters worse Lucius Malfoy was stood watching him at the door.

"You seem to be struggling," Lucius spoke amused at the sight.

"Can I help you?" Harry asked annoyed that he was getting so much enjoyment out of the fact he looked an utter mess.

"I just wanted a little chat before the I DO's, you know, father in law to son in law." He sat gracefully on the edge of the bed.

"Well?" Harry waved his hand motioning him to spit it out.

"I would like to make a civil truce," Lucius started, which caught Harry's curiosity. "I don't want to make a big deal about it, just agree to be cordial with each other."

Harry smirked at how difficult it was for Lucius to be asking for a truce, which must mean Draco put him up to it or Narcissa, he was going to make him sweat for it. "So, you're saying you want is to get on like a big happy family and forget what you did to me in the past?"

"No, I am not saying that I simply want us to be at a place where we can sit at a Christmas meal together."

"A bit early to be thinking about Christmas isn't it? I am pretty sure its valentines day today."

"Will you please just accept my truce?" Lucius said loudly and irritatedly. "Sorry."

"Ok fine I will accept your truce," Harry agreed which allowed Lucius to stand with his cane to leave. "I just want you to know I love Draco, and for some reason, he still cares about your approval, just accept him for who is."

Lucius didn't reply he just pursed his lips and left Harry alone in the room.

The orchestra began to play which made Draco turn around and see Harry in his white suit walking down the purple petal covered aisle. It was the awkwardest thing Draco had ever seen which made him love it even more.

The guests cheered him on as he got nearer to the Arbour where Draco was smirking, and the priest was stood, holding the bible open. Harry was smiling at him with loving eyes, and they both knew it was perfect.

"I heard you have each prepared your own vows?" The priest asked after greeting them both and thanking the guests for being and bearing witness.

"We have," Draco confirmed. "I will go first if that's okay?"

Harry nodded.

Draco took hold of Harry's hands. "Harry James Potter, today I stand here with you, sharing one of the biggest moments we will ever have or ever thought we would have. I have become a better man in the short time we have become friends, colleagues and more importantly, partners. I still have a lot of growing up to do, we both know that but I want to grow up with you, I want to be sat in Grimmauld Place in 50 years and still be sat next to you. So I Draco Lucius Malfoy promise to stick with you through sickness and health through thick and thin I will love, honour and obey you till death do us part."

There was clapping and sobbing after Draco had finished his Vows which put a lot of pressure on Harry's shoulders he hadn't really prepared anything he was just going to wing it.

"Harry it's your turn," The priest reminded him which made the guests chuckle.

"Okay, um, well, Draco Lucius Malfoy," Harry paused nervously. "When we first met in 1991, in Madam Malkins, I thought you were one of the biggest gits I had ever met, and I lived with Dudley." Everyone laughed, and Draco smirked. "Not much has changed apart from you are now kind and considerate, you care, and I am lucky to be the one who is stood in front of you today and not Pansy Parkinson." He turned to the raven-haired witch sat next to Blaise at the front "Sorry Pansy," He faced a slightly more annoyed but still amused Draco. "I got called the chosen one a lot back in school, and by you, but to me, you are my chosen one. So I Harry James Potter promise to stick with you through sickness and health through thick and thin I will love, honour and obey you till death do us part."

Everyone stood up clapping and cheering as Harry and Draco exchanged their wedding bands that had each other's name engraved on them. They said their I do's and finally got their deal-sealing kiss.

"You didn't write your vows did you?" Draco whispered into his ear as they shared a loving embrace.

"I blame Ron, he brought firewhiskey to my room last night," Harry whispered back defensively.

"You have had since July to write something."

"Draco, Harry pictures?" The photographer asked splitting their little moment apart.

Draco put on his best smile and led him and Harry to the area he deemed photograph worthy.

Flashes of movement and images went through Harry's head; he was lying on the floor clutching both hands tightly against his head. Moments after moments swarm through his brain and it hurt.

"I can give you a second chance." Harry shook Draco's hand, blur. "I'm sorry that was inap.." Harry was kissing Draco, blur. "I am asking you if you want to go for dinner sometime not bloody marriage," blur. "Welcome to our new home," Draco uncovered Harry's eyes at the threshold of Grimmauld Place, blur. "It's all lies, lies and more lies," Draco was circling the daily prophet, blur. "Harry James Potter, will you marry me?" Draco was on one knee, blur.

"Harry and I are engaged," Draco told his father, Blur. "I, Do," blur. "You deserve to be in a job that appreciates you and who better than yourself," blur. "Merry Christmas, love," Harry and Draco kissed under the mistletoe, blur. More and more years passed in a blur the white blonde hair was all harry focused on as the images flickered through his head. "37, Harry, I'm 34 not bloody 37," blur. "Obliviate."

"Fuck sake Harry, please just open your eyes, please."

Harry sat up gasping for air, panting hard as though he had been drowning under water.

"Thank fuck for that," Draco has kneeled beside him in the study, with a look of uncertainty and worry. "What was that all about?"

"What happened?" Harry's breathing had slowed significantly.

"I don't know, I heard you were screaming in pain I came in, and you were on the floor, having some sort of fit."

"It was Ron," Harry remembered. "Ron, cast the spell."

Draco stood up quickly and pulled out his wand, "I knew it."

"No, wait, it was an accident, he said the wrong spell, we were trying to get Theodore back to the Ministry, but he messed up."

"He didn't tell anyone that he said he didn't see what happened," Draco said through gritted teeth.

"We need to talk to him about that, but we are not going to hurt my best mate, agreed?" Harry said trying to bring him back down to calm.

"I can't promise anything," Draco replied, and Harry gave him a 'don't you dare look' "Okay fine, I won't hurt Ron."